You've been reading too much lately. Half of your husband's salary went to buy you some books. He had no idea what it was about these, as he called them, "cheesy" romances that you read, always giggling like a little child, blushing.

One weekend you were sitting in an armchair again, wrapped in a plaid, reading a book. Leon knew that distracting you while reading wasn't a good idea, so he left you alone with your little romance. Half an hour later, he looked into the room to see how you were doing, and saw that the book was lying on your chest, and your head was turned sideways. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

Leon smiled, looking at your sleeping form, walking up to the chair, snatching the book out of your hands. With a sigh, he ran his eyes over the page of the book that was open. His eyebrows shot up.

“Who is the only one who can touch you?“ "Little mouse.” He leaned against the doorway, looking me up and down.

Leon awkwardly looked up at you, then back at the book, nodded to himself, put a bookmark in the book so that you would not lose the pages where you left off and put the book on the table.

When you woke up and called your husband, he came into the room and leaned his shoulder against the doorway, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, little mouse?" he smiled.

Oh, you see... He decided to make fun of you, using all the cheesy phrases from the book that he managed to fish out of there. He doesn't seem to be going to stop. In the next few hours, for sure.